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Ashleigh liked the sound of that. With Daniel. She knew better than to think it would last, but for however long she had him, she was going to enjoy it.
At least, as much as she could when her psycho ex was out there killing people.
“I want to call him,” Ashleigh admitted. “Frederick.”
“What?” Daniel blurted, pulling back from her. “Why?”
“Maybe he’ll tell me something. Maybe he can explain who she is.”
“Why do you keep putting yourself in harm’s way?”
“I’m not in harm’s way. I’m here. I’m with you. I’m safe. Especially compared to the woman who slept with my husband four days ago and is now dead in the same room.”
“I don’t like it,” Daniel said.
Ashleigh cupped his jaw and brought his lips to hers. She could feel his tension even in their kiss. “I don’t either, but if I don’t
